She's All Grown Up

I love how you're confident enough to choose where you'll go to college with the help of prayer, but you still ask me which shoes you should wear.

I love how you're capable of closing a business, but still want someone to make cookies with you.

I love how you read a novel in an afternoon and then beg me to hurry up and finish it too, so we can talk about it.

I love how your schoolwork is perfectly organized but your bedroom is the picture of teenage girl messiness.

I love how you'd like to hang out with your mom and aunts, but are always willing to go play with the little children that love you so much.

I love how you're best friends with your friends without ever leaving out your best friends that are family.

I love how you cry because something is hard and then you grit your teeth and tackle it.

I love how you stick up for yourself when you're mistreated and then forgive those who mistreated you.

I love how my heart breaks that you're all grown up but my heart bursts because you've given me every reason to know that you're going to be all right.

I love you so much. Happy birthday, Veronica.